Aoba Office

"Tang...Tang..." I looked at the familiar boy and recalled it carefully before I found the name, "Tang Yu."

That was Ye Qing's childhood playmate, who was sucked away by the entrance and exit of a different space and disappeared.

The boy with the vague face must be Ye Qing.

The courier ghost sent this thing to Ye Qing... was it a provocation? Or instigating rebellion?

If Tang Yu survives and survives in the future world, he must be controlled by a certain ghost king. This is inevitable. The question is just when those ghost kings discovered Tang Yu's identity and the connection between Tang Yu and Ye Qing.

I thought for a while, then turned around and started searching in the office.

The files were gone, and the cardboard boxes that stored Wu Ling's belongings were gone, but there were still some stationery and expired daily necessities left in the office.

After rummaging through boxes and cabinets for a long time, I found some express envelopes, but none of them belonged to the courier ghost.

I looked at the photo in my hand.

This may be the first.

I immediately thought of that costume ghost.

Could the news have been leaked from there?

Ye Qing formed an alliance with a certain ghost king, and while trying to change the world, he might also want to find his missing childhood friend.

The information could have been leaked that way.

The courier ghost sent this thing because he was entrusted by the costume ghost to help Ye Qing. Or threaten Ye Qing? Negotiate terms with Ye Qing?

I'm a little unsure of the current situation.

When I looked up and saw the restored abstract painting, I suddenly realized that I didn't need to worry about this.

"It's meaningless. Even if these things are the same, they are not the same people I know..." I looked at the photo and focused on the delivery list again.

I just took my things and left the office.

Whatever their purpose is, whatever they want to do, it has nothing to do with me.

Kill them...that's it.

I lowered my eyes and quickly walked down the stairs, stopping briefly on the fifth floor.

I glanced at the stairs behind me.

The entrance and exit to the different space did not appear.

I seemed to see the scene I had seen in a dream. The little boy was walking on the steps and suddenly disappeared. The young man who was chasing behind him could not hear his companion's voice for a long time. After going upstairs, he realized that he had disappeared.

Just disappeared.

For children, this incident may become a psychological shadow and may gradually be forgotten.

Ye Qing should not forget this incident, and he did not let it turn into a psychological shadow.

His subsequent experiences were even more tragic. All the family members died inexplicably, and he was the only one left. The partners I met later also disappeared one by one before my eyes.

I pushed these thoughts down.

Even if these experiences have not changed, the Ye Qing in this world may not be the same one I know.

I went downstairs, touched my pockets, and remembered the medical records and documents I saw when I was changing clothes in the hospital.

I called a cab back to the hospital. The nurse who saw me in the ward avoided me and pretended not to see me. This is the instinct to seek advantages and avoid disadvantages.

I ignored them, went directly back to the ward, found my ID, and left the hospital.

I checked my bank account at the cash machine in front of the hospital.

I can't recite the bank card number. I only know that the card face is the original card face. I tried the password, but it was still the same.

When I looked at the balance above, it was a bit more than I originally thought.

That thing didn't cost much... I haven't been back home, I haven't seen my bedroom, and I don't know how much this has changed.

However, this kind of thing is not important.

I found a business office, bought a new mobile phone, and applied for a replacement mobile phone card.

The ID number and mobile phone number are the same as in the past.

This kind of similarity in details makes me very uncomfortable.

When I got the new phone, the person at the business office reminded me to be careful when answering the phone.

"A new ghost has appeared recently, calling to kill people. Don't answer unknown numbers." The lady was worried and kindly reminded me.

I can't respond.

This atmosphere makes me feel uncomfortable.

I rushed out of the business hall and realized that this discomfort was not only because of the changes in the world, but also because I had seen such a world before.

I've seen the same attitude before, seen similar looks. In that future where the ghost king carves up the world, the whole world and the people in it are like this.

I saw people setting up sales stalls on the roadside.

"Join the rule of the Dawn King! The light of the morning shines upon you!"

The stall owner was a bit arrogant, and the people around him handing out leaflets and balloons also had strange expressions on their faces.

I saw the bright photos and text on the roll-up banners.

The photo showed a dead man, dead on the bed, with a frightened face and a withered body. The text introduction says that he got up late and was killed by the first ray of morning sunlight.

This seems to be a new ghost king who has emerged from the city next door. He already has followers and has come to Minqing to spread the news.

I stopped, feeling angry.

Almost all passers-by passed by in a hurry. Some people also asked a few more questions to find out about the ghost king's rules.

"Sir, join the team of Dawn King. This is a healthy lifestyle. Only Morning King can guide people to health." The woman who handed out the flyers came to me and handed the flyers with a smile.

"If you don't get up early, will you die?" I said sarcastically.

"Only under this kind of pressure can people live a healthy life. Modern people always like to stay up all night, unable to get up in the morning and not sleeping at night. If this continues, our next generation and the next generation will have congenital physical problems. Human self-control is limited "There are too many temptations now, and it is difficult to maintain self-control. However, with the supervision of the King of Dawn, you can go to bed early and get up early. With the threat of death, people will burst out with strength," the woman continued.

I looked up and saw a police car parked on the side of the road.

"What are you doing!" The two policemen who got off the police car shouted and gathered these people.

They didn't look scared either, and were still promoting the so-called Morning King to the police.

I felt even more angry.

This world...such a world...

I exhaled, turned and walked to the intersection, called a car, and asked the driver to drive directly to the sender's address.

I pulled out my new phone and looked up the address.

A commercial area, the specific location is an office building. The result that can be directly searched on the Internet is that the next door to this address, only one room number is missing, is an early childhood education and training company.

As for that person's name, only two people who worked as school teachers in other places and opened a clothing company were found. Apparently they have the same name.

I searched for Yixun Express outlets around that address, and it was easy to find a customer service outlet, just one floor below that address.

In the taxi, the navigation system's prompt tone suddenly said: "You have passed two green lights. Please turn left at the next intersection."

I raised my eyelids, and the boredom and anger came back to me.

I turned my head to look at the car window, but saw the four dead figures of Aoba in the reflection of the car window.

In this world, have they given up long ago? Do you feel relieved after death?